Hi. You probably know me as hellohahanarf from my years of commenting around the world wide internetz, yet never having a blog. Well my friends, that has changed. Welcome to MY site.
Damn, I missed a HNT. Sorry that Thursday got away from me. I promise a Nalf Nekkid Thursday post next week that will be worth the wait. Seriously. (I have the photos on my camera, because I finally found the battery charger and the camera at the same time. Yay! Now all I gotta do is figure out how to get them off the camera and onto the lappytop.)
The conference is officially over so now I crashing with Britt til Sunday. Today I checked out of the stunning condo and went to Adam’s for lunch with him and Britt. They totally made fun of me for bringing enough luggage that I could stay a month if necessary, let me poke around in Adam’s awesome office, then took me to a cute little place for lunch. (Thanks for buying, Adam!)
Britt was obviously not feeling well. Once lunch was finished, she started a steady decline. Damn fevers are no fun…I felt so bad for her being sick. Amazing that she is still so pretty, even on death’s door. (Good thing is the mercury poisoning that I tried to off her with didn’t work. AND it lead us to meeting the smoking hot chef. Who is so the man whore. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!)
Although Britt was miserable this evening, I had a great night and I am now totally in love with Britt’s kids. Knowing that she wasn’t feeling well they tried to steer clear of her, which was the perfect in for me! HA! We sent Britt to bed and I got to watching a mopvie with the kids. Emma was a snuggle bunny and I totally expected that. Loved it, but wasn’t surprised. What totally caught me off guard, in a terrific way, was when Devin came over and snuggled against me. And started to fall asleep on my boob! Those of you reading me around the TequilaCon adventure will remember that Britt totally passed out and used my left breast as a pillow. Seems her darling son prefers the right, though.
I am looking forward to a low key Friday. Britt probably thinks I need to be entertained or something because so much of my life is “ON” and balls to the wall, but honestly, I love to just be. When I am with people I enjoy, it doesn’t take much at all to make me happy. Relaxing is a beautiful thing. If only I could convince this cat that my bed is my bed and to back off…can’t she see that I am a dog person??
EDITED TO ADD: Happy, happy birthday to one of the most interesting women I know, Britt’s Mom. I am so incredibly thankful that you were born! Hope your day is spectacular because you deserve great things. Much love to you.
I know better than to take photos, even “sexy” photos, at 4 in the morning. Shit, 4 should be spelled out. And Miss Britt shouldn’t be snoring. if it doesn’t, will you come appreciate it and Britt’s snoring. it is ALL good.
B
(The above was typed about 5 a.m. I don’t understand some of it. Not even sure why I didn’t hit publish after sitting my drunk ass down to type it. Ount know. Hell, I don’t even know why I am publishing it now. Guess because I need to go to work and am too lazy to write a real post.)
Delmer and Winter were kind enough to make me a few buttons.
I need more.
MORE I SAY!
Please send me any creative WHORE buttons / graphics.
And feel free to take any whore buttons from my site for yours.
Because whores seem to enjoy company.
hehe
Apparently I am a button whore as well as a whore whore…
The flood of phone calls, text messages, posts, emails and comments generated by my last post was something I will never forget. Thank you dear kind internet readers for the encouragement and support. I was not mad that anyone would call me a whore (in fact if any techie type out there can design me a WHORE badge for my sidebar, it would be greatly appreciated), but my problem was the pain I felt for a friend. Sure, I still ache for her, however you are all correct, negativity from others should not stop me from doing something I enjoy.
And I do so enjoy blogging. The biggest of thank yous to all who took time from your day to remind me of that. Your kindness and thoughtfulness astounded me.
Speaking of reasons to return to blogging, since me and several friends are whores and all, a certain someone promised more skin if I came back to blogging and I think he needs to pay up. I cannot wait to see what this week has in store!
Now, on to other things. This has always one of my favorite Pinky and the Brain songs. Watching this clip makes it near impossible for me to be sad, mad or think of anything else except: Brainstem, brainstem! hehe
Wonder if I get Britt drunk enough this week while I am down here in FL if she will attempt to sing along for me. Coz THAT would be entertainment my friends. Hmmmmmm, wonder if Adam will take video…
As just about the entire internet already knows, some terribly sad shit went down recently. Karl did a rather informative recap that you can read here if you so desire. If you don’t wanna jump away, the soap opera in a nutshell is that a friend to many of us cheated on his wife several times over the course of his 25+ years of marriage and finally made the move to divorce his wife. Of course it just so happened to be that he was leaving his wife for an out of state fellow blogger that he met online. They were to marry quickly. After moving to Kentucky for two weeks he left his new love stranded in an unfamiliar location to return to his wife and work on their marriage.
For the record, from when I found out, I have been supportive of Fab & Turnbaby for trying to find happiness as it was obvious from speaking to them that each had not been happy for quite some time. Also, it should be noted that while I had never met the spouses, I heard nothing but spectacular things about Mrs. Fab from many people. The reason I was supportive of Fab’s new relationship is because I am a firm believer in the fact that life is too fucking short to be miserable. Yes, I believe that exchanging vows should mean something, but when a person is so unhappy that they spend all their time on line, they don’t want to go home after work, they desire to have sex with others, or they are all around unhappy then I seriously find no shame in dissolving the marriage and picking up the pieces so that one can move on to happiness. (Please, please note that I am NOT saying that all rough spots should equal a rush to divorce court.)
Anyhow, I was sad for Mrs. Fab and hoped that she would be able to heal quickly. I congratulated Fab & Turn, wishing them happiness.
Then he drops her off at a car rental place in Florida and quickly puts up a post announcing that he needs to step back from blogging and would kill his blog. And people lost. their. shit.
Soap opera writers should be reading and taking notes, because I have never seen people so sucked into the drama. Myself included. Hell, even a non blog reading friend was asking me for updates.
Talk over the next few days was quick to praise Fab, beg him to stay online and then proceeded to throw Turnbaby under the bus for daring to say in a public forum that she hopes he continues his creative outlets and that she will always love him. This woman, who thought she was on her way to marry the man she wholeheartedly loved, who was jilted and forced to rent a car and drive alone after being blindsided and crushed, left a heartbroken comment of wishing the man, who tore her heart out, something positive. She was called a whore, a cunt, a bitch, a tramp and told by someone that they would be happy when she was burning in hell. And she was told a whole lot worse. By the same people professing undying love for the man who cheated on his wife numerous times.
Are you fucking kidding me? She fell in love and is hurting beyond belief. How is she the only bad guy in this novella? For that matter, why does there have to be a bad guy? Why can’t we see that there are so many hurting people in this train wreck and attempt to be supportive of all? Even if that might mean (gasp!) us shutting the fuck up.
Turn wants Fab to be happy. She is so distraught that she is barely eating, yet she shows concern for Fab’s mental state, his creative outlets and his happiness. She did it where other’s did it, on his site. And for that she is called horrendous things, told she is getting everything she deserved. Wasn’t he there also, doing adulterous things? Yet where are the name callers?
Folks are telling Fab how great he is and calling Turn a whore or cunt or bitch without thinking that other readers have done things they aren’t proud of. More importantly, without looking at the skeletons in their closet. (Makes me want to call names. Things like “judgmental douche bags.”)
IF LOVING A MARRIED MAN WHO WAS INVOLVED IN EVERY STEP OF THE RELATIONSHIP MAKES A WOMAN A WHORE, THEN I AM A WHORE.
Also? A woman who I would jump in front of a bullet for, who I will have the pleasure of spending time with for a few days early this upcoming week, well you would probably call her a whore as well. (But I would dare you to do it within my arm’s reach because you would be missing a few teeth.)
Regardless, these last few days have changed my outlook of the internet. I told just about everyone I would meet about the stories I would find on so many blogs. Quickly I would share with people my excitement at the support, acceptance and encouragement I received on this rather new site. Often I was asked about how genuine the internet is and I foolishly told them you all “knew” me and were wonderful.
I guess you really don’t know me. And now that you know I spent several years madly in love with a man who eventually left his wife, I suppose you will call me a whore as well. Because our relationship didn’t work out, because I was heartbroken, most folks in this lovely little internet probably would have said that I got what I deserved (even though it was I who ended the relationship). The fact that I loved him as wholeheartedly as Turn loves Fab wouldn’t matter, I would just be the tramp who stole someone’s husband and that I was getting what I deserved. Wouldn’t matter that he was the one who didn’t wear a ring and was looking for another woman, I would be the ignorant cunt, right?
So much of what I have read these last few days is name calling and hypocrisy at its best. And I am literally sickened by so many people that I looked up to, that I read daily even if I didn’t comment. (People who I hear on Fab’s radio show say things about wanting to fuck some political figure or some famous person who just so happened to be married.) So many people that I thought I knew, whispering behind backs or coming straight out and directing their frustrations on a woman who is devastated and hurting beyond belief, all the while they are begging a just as guilty man to keep entertaining them daily. The venom spewed at one of the three is unbelievable to me.
This is not a place I desire to be any longer. Because this is a personal blog. And I have no need for people encouraging me to my face, then quick to IM or email behind my back with name calling, secretly waiting for me to fuck up so that they can quote my blog contents on Twitter and make fun of my pain as they jump all over my life. Surprise, surprise, I am human and oh so far from perfect. I am bound to fuck up sooner rather than later. Sucks that I won’t be able to share those things here, that I will have to stick with my friends with skin on, who know that I am human and therefore unable to live up to perfection, especially when my heart aches and I don’t think clearly. Those friends won’t hide behind the anonymity of a keyboard to call me atrocious names and wish for my eternal damnation.
Sad, because I really loved the Midnight Cliff. Until the past few days’ mess it made me feel great to come here. Really sad.
(P.S. to the winner who will leave some shitty comment about me being a whore who is shutting down simply because I don’t want a mirror held up to my face: you can’t possibly be harder on me than I am on myself so that ain’t it you self righteous prick.)
Although I did leave the rear vents open on my SUV and it rained so hard that it was coming down sideways, I still don’t think it had anything to do with the date on the calendar.
Might be because I am in a terrific mood this afternoon. I love taking a lunch hour and going home.
Last week I called it my 7th HNT post when it turns out that it was actually the 8th. Today I am not posting until after 7 PM. So yeah, I am obviously having issues. Welcome to my world. Wii!
I was in Omaha, dodging tornadoes Wednesday so I at least have some excuse. : )
Because I am running all kinds of crazy busy, Donnie Van Donnie sent in a guest post:
OK…here it is…short sweet and to the point!
Miss Hellohahanarf recently had the opportunity to partake in the mystery that is the life of Donnie Von Don (aka Mad Dawg, aka Jesus Tequila…). The resulting photos are being posted here at Midnight Cliff as part of this week’s Half Nekkid Thursday celebration! Nekkid…not only may I be considered an Adonis of epic proportions, but also a hillbilly from the far reaches of New York State. Nekkid…a place that I’d like to be right now but the fact that I am sitting at my desk at work precludes me, albeit temporarily, from approaching said destination. Nekkid…a place at which I hope to see many of you very soon…even if it is only Half Nekkid. Skinny dipping at the Dawg Pound this Saturday afternoon and evening. JUMP RIGHT IN!!!!
Thanks to Donnie for stepping in with photos from the night we wore wigs and horse hats while attempting to drown our sorrows after the Pens lost a hockey game that we had the pleasure of attending.
Now head on over to the home of HNT and enjoy the photos…
I am still in Omaha. In the session after lunch today I was fading fast. With a full belly and a training class going on, it was taking everything I had to concentrate and learn something. They gave me a sweet highlighter that I was playing with. So I wrote on a napkin, “Need Nap Now” and slid it like I was in grade school again. Doodle (coworker who is also got me to join the bowling league) scribbled “a drink” over nap and I giggled like a fool, especially at the fact that I was photographing a napkin.
Good news is the rest of the class was a breeze. Gotta be back there on Wednesday at 8 AM, though.
I kinda drank a lot of vodka this evening and remembered the stupid napkin. All of the sudden I got terribly sleepy. Stupid note, stupid subliminal messages that aren’t subliminal. Me go sleep. Night.
I don’t think about things the way most people do. And I am ok with that.
Although it took entirely too long to fly from Pittsburgh (or Pitpurt if you are Britt’s daughter) to Omaha, I actually had a really nice day. Arrive late at the airport because I couldn’t get out of the office on time, but don’t stress about how fucking late I really am. Have an insanely long layover in Chicago, but find a really hot bald and goateed man to talk with at the bar. Hit tons of turbulence from Chicago to Omaha, but pretend I am at an amusement park before going back to sleep.
In general I am simply an optimistic kinda girl.
Even tonight, while dining outside in some awesome little restaurant in this renovated market district, I looked to the sky and apparently glazed over with a smile. The women dining with me saw the sky I was starting at, witnessed the lightning I was practically drooling over, and quickly paid the bill so that we could rush out. All I wanted to do was stare at the approaching storm, all they wanted was to get the few blocks back to the hotel. (chickenshits!!)
This was the only photo I was able to capture, but I wanted to share it regardless of the crappy quality…
Then thoughts turn to Britt‘s hometown in Iowa and how they lost so much in a storm. How vehicles and homes and businesses were destroyed in a storm. And for a while their storm was probably pretty as well.
Tonight I was thankful that I could have that dash of reality. Sometimes I tend to get oblivious to the “real” world.
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Oh, small happy miracle happened before I left home. The rose bush bloomed. I have never done a thing to this one or its pink sibling, but they bloom pretty flowers all the time, all on their own. Roses are my least favorite flower (I am more of a daisy or sunflower kinda girl), but damned if the sheer tenacity of this fuckers doesn’t get me. Besides, they don’t look like roses the way I think of roses. Anyhow, thanks to the previous owners of my house for leaving me this small pleasure:
In a brilliant marketing effort, Karl was kind enough to post a photo of my boobs on his site. (Can you read the sarcasm there?)
Plenty of folks logged into Blog Talk Radio to hear our show, Hilly was kind enough to call in, DutchBitch was in the chat room even though it was close to midnight her time and the entire thing was all around fun. If you were there, thank you. If you weren’t, you missed a few fun stories. (One involved me naked in a hotel hallway, we rehashed Karl’s Whackin it, Jackin it and Peeing on the floor adventure and another story involved Hilly throwing up on a poor young man who wanted nothing but to pleasure her. That last story actually made me break out into real life “hehe’s.” Hysterical. Especially when she gets to the shoe in the dog shit.)
If anyone has tried Butt Monkey beer, please tell me what you thought of it in the comments.
Although I am not a fan of my recorded voice and I was kinda tipsy, you are welcome to listen to the show in the archives:
Blog Talk Radio sucked ass for me during Fab‘s show. Part of the way through my chat froze and wouldn’t let me comment.
Later, I called into Turnbaby‘s show to discuss The Rules (which I had never heard of and therefore didn’t really have much to say except, “Bitches, keep it real.”) and the new Sex & the City movie (which I haven’t seen).
All in all, it was a good evening of internet radio and chatting. You guys are awesome. Thanks again for being you.
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Now about that good cause! Well, I will have to get back to you when I have more info. I am trying to pack for Omaha and get the dogs together and slack with Blog Talk Radio and I need to get the correct details and blah, blah, blah. (Sorry!)
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OH! I need you to all know how excited I am to have received this:
Dawg’s blog is one of my favorites and it is always a thrill to see my name on his page. (This was my second time!!) Might sound silly to you, but I love that something that I wrote stuck in his head enough for him to write about it.
